Thursday, June 6, 2013

On a young Summer night.

he told her i was pretty
and i looked over
at a tall, shy boy
his light eyes
avoided mine
and i smiled up
at the summer sky
wishing i could say,

"you could be mine."

but instead, i was silent
and we looked away from each other
pretending there was nothing-
no hidden magic,
waiting to be stirred up
no secrets held
behind pressed, knit lips

just me,
at a tall, shy boy
on a young summer night.


  1. This is my favourite poem by you! Thank you for sharing your extraordinary talent with us. How can I send you a poem I've written? :)


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  3. I don't know how you do it, but... just, awesome :) I sent you a commentish type-thing on formspring on the 25th about your poems (I guess you don't check it anymore), but it'd mean a lot to me if you'd read it. Don't stop being amazing!

  4. I love this one :: This is my fav! Don't ask me why... Because i don't know! :)